Chapter 18Jack lay curled next to Brinley, savouring the man’s damp hair, the perspiration on his brow. The small patch of sweat which collected in the small of his back. Maybe because of the magic. Perhaps Brinley bewitched him, but he didn’t think so. Not unless he gave off a mystical attraction. No; nothing to do with Brinley’s baking because the first night Jack ate nothing of his. Not the next morning either, and yet he still wanted Brinley again the moment he learned the man lived in town. No, before. When he awoke in the hotel room, brimming with disappointment, Brinley gone.
Now he had much to learn. A thousand questions revolved in his mind, so many he would need time to sort them out, list them, quiz Brinley without sending the man screaming up the wall. As much as he struggled
